I'm having trouble stringing together sentences
my words jumble on the tip of my tongue
they're poison, I try to spit them out
but they just constrict and tighten around my lungs
YOU ARE READING
dark poems
Poetrythis seems like poetry and prose sometimes it's more than you'd suppose see, what my mind creates, goes but what that is, nobody knows
I think the sadness is eating away at my brain cells
I'm having trouble stringing together sentences
my words jumble on the tip of my tongue
they're poison, I try to spit them out
but they just constrict and tighten around my lungs
